The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-13
DREAMING OF A MURDERER.
A Police Lieutenant Recalls Valuable
Clues About Duval While Asleep.
From the Philadelphia Press.

From the Philadelphia Press.
In a coy room last night a prominent
downtown police lieutenant told of dream
that revealed the movements of the fugitive
murderer Duval, the colored man who wan
tonly killed the barber Griffin some weeks
ago, and who has SO carefully hidden himself
that the skill of the detectives so far has
failed to discover the slightest trace.
The story is a curious one. About three
weeks ago the lieutenant in whose district
the murder occurred, and who has hunted
far and wide for Duval, met with strange
accident. He was standing at Eighth and
Lombard streets, with some
friends. when a cry of murder came
from down the street. He ran quickly
down, and standing across the street,
he saw two of his officers taking a drunken
woman to the station-hOuse. He did not
cross the street. Two dogs were fighting
and they ran directly through his legs and
tulnbled him over A pain shot through
his hip when he got to his feet, but he
thought nothing of it. Hours afterWard,
when he got to the station-house, he found
that he could scarcely walk. He did not
call in the doctor, but on his way home in
the morning he stopped at his physicians,
who advised him to go directly home, say
ing that perhaps he was badly hurt. For
ten days he was compelled to stay in bed
suffering agonies The doctor to quiet him
gave him a strong sleeping draught.
While in bed he thought much of the
murder The last thing that he did at the
station house was to study bad tintype OF
Duval and to puzzle over the question as TO
how and when he had seen the man, for he
was certain that he knew him.
This night he fell to sleep under the inf1u-
ence of the opiate worrying about the same
question While he slept his brain took up
the thread of his waking thoughts, and like
a flash it came to him that on certain
night in the summer, while he stood at
Eighth and Lombard streets, he had had
dispute with the man about a colored band
parading in the street
The Lieutenant then ordered them to dis
perse, for pickpockets and thieves had fol-
lowed in their wake. The cOlored must
clans obeyed his orders, but Duval growled
and complained that the Lieutenant ex-
ceeded his orders.
you shut up or I'll take you in for in
terfering," was the reply.
Then Duval suffered a snarling answer,
and this stutter, too, came to the dreamer.
This is one of the chief clues given to the
police who are searching unsucceSsfully for
Duval.
All photographs and descriptions have
made Duval hght-colored negro, but in
the dream he was the very black gambler
whom every officer in the district now re-
members as one of the regulars of noisy
Lombard street. Other meetings, none of
them of incident, followed in succession
through the sleeper's brain and made
stronger the conviction that he would know
the man should it ever be his good fortune
to run across him.
Morning came and he awoke. Every fact
in the dream stood out to his waking eyes
with startling realism. Restoration to
health followed soon, and when he got to his
desk again his first hunt was for the tintype
of the fugitive. The fat nose and thick,
under-hanging lower lip were strong points
in the map of identity, and the sensual
mouth seemed to twist and stammer as it
had done month before. There was no
longer any puzzle to worry him save the
fact that he hadn't the murderer safe in his
station house. Its queer story, my boy"
said the genial Lieutenant between the puffs
of his Reina, "but it's true, every word of
it, n dream, of course, and never believed
in dreams before, but this one was strong
enough to make convert of me-"